Page 16 of His Reward
“Omegas who don’t get pregnant when they’re supposed to don’t get to be fucked through heat,” I said, standing in front of him with my arms crossed and my stance open. “You’ve been a big disappointment.”
Lucien whimpered and lowered his head as much as he was able to in his bonds. Tears streaked down his face, and for a second, I thought I’d gone too far with the scene. I trusted that he would safe-word if I pushed too much, but it was his third day of heat, and he might have been too exhausted.
“Maybe I’ve been going about this all wrong,” I said, dropping my arms and stroking my erection with one hand. “Maybe I’ve been coming in the wrong hole. Is that the problem, omega?”
It was getting harder to taunt Lucien when what I really wanted to do was fuck him and praise him and push his limits that way. The scene I’d created for the event wasn’t exactly my usual Dom style.
I stepped up to the cross and grabbed a handful of Lucien’s hair with my free hand. “Is that the problem, omega?” I asked, still stroking myself. “Maybe I need to use that pretty mouth of yours instead.”
Lucien made a sound that was part sob, part begging, and all amazing. I quickly adjusted the ropes holding him against the cross so his head dropped to the level of my cock. Once I had him secured there, I grabbed his hair again and fed him my whole length.
“That’s it,” I groaned, overcome with pleasure. Lucien’s mouth was so warm and wet, and he sucked like a pro. “Good boy.”
I lost myself a little in fucking his mouth. The garbled, squelchy sounds he made as he swallowed, his heat negating his gag reflex, spurred me on. In no time, I was shooting down his throat, then I pulled back to rub the last of my load out over his face. Once I’d given him everything, I crouched in front of him, grabbed his messy face, and tilted it up to me.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” I said, then slammed my mouth over his.
I hadn’t kissed him through the entire, three-day scene we’d just played. I hadn’t felt the urge to until that moment. Lucien was perfect, though. Perfect enough to make me throw my usual internal rules about playtimes out the window.
Surprisingly, Lucien kissed me back just as hungrily as he’d sucked my cock. He was breathless and made sounds of pain and pleasure as our mouths mated. He really was one of the hardest players I’d ever had been with, and there were no words for how much I admired that.
“I’m…I’m on fire,” he groaned, tugging and wriggling in his bonds.
He must have been, because anyone who had played as much as Lucien had, which we’d talked about in a few brief moments between heats in the last twenty-four hours, knew better than to struggle against rope.
Fortunately, putting out fires is what I did best.
“Then give up and give everything to me,” I said, still clasping his face.
Lucien tensed for a second, then blew out a breath and let everything go with it. His body went limp in the ropes and his eyes filled with submissive adoration.
I couldn’t resist any of it. As fast as I could while being safe and careful, I freed him from the knots and hitches I’d tied him in. When his restraints were loose enough, he fell into my arms, groaning as blood and movement returned to the limbs I’d controlled. I lifted him gently and carried him into the bedroom, laying him on the bed.
I took a few more minutes to remove the rest of the rope, but I could tell by the way he squirmed and arched his hips off the bed that the heat wave still had him in its grip. It had been three days and the waves had been farther and farther apart. I had a feeling this one could be the last of them, and I wanted to do something a little different.
“I’ve got you,” I said, stepping back over to the bureau to fetch the bottle of spermicide. Lucien had better be almost done with his heat, because there wasn’t a lot of spermicide gel left. I shook the bottle and squirted what I could on my hand, then headed back to the bed. “You’ve been a good fuck toy,” I said, keeping to the scene just a little, “and good omegas get rewarded.”
“I…I’ll be good,” Lucien panted, rolling over and presenting his red, used hole, like I’d finally broken his will and he was mine to do with as I pleased.
“You were always good,” I said with a grin, climbing onto the bed behind him.
He was sensitive to touch as I spread the last of the spermicide over his hole then used my fingers to push it in. Lucien moaned and rocked back on my hand slightly. He was way too sore and tender for me to fist him, but that wasn’t what I wanted to do just then anyhow.
“No,” I said, grabbing his hip and side and turning him to his back again. “That’s not what I want.”
He gave me a confused look that wasn’t really in character anymore. I grinned and pushed his thighs apart before nestling between them.
“You deserve something much nicer for proving you were worth every cent I paid for you,” I said. I scooped my arms under his thighs, rolling his hips up a bit, then positioned myself and sank slowly into him.
Lucien called out wordlessly, tilting his head back and panting as I thrust deep into him. Once lodged to the hilt, I adjusted so I spread over him, our faces close together. When I eased up a bit before pushing back in, Lucien’s eyes went wide and he let out a sinful cry. He was so beautiful as he let passion wash over him that I broke my rules again and captured his mouth in a possessive kiss.
Things escalated from there. Lucien wrapped his legs around me and dug his fingertips into my sides and back as I rocked slowly, making love to him instead of just fucking him silly. It was hot, sensual, and just as effective as anything else we’d done. Best of all, Lucien was so, so vulnerable as I mastered him, like he was giving himself to me in ways he didn’t entirely understand. It was everything my perfect omega should be.
I wasn’t surprised at all when his womb opened readily for me, or when its opening clamped around the head of my cock, prompting me to spill everything straight into him. The breeding orgasm that accompanied the moment was like being swallowed in light and heat instead of being caught in an explosion. It was every bit as intense, but it wasn’t violent. It was perfect.
I felt something calling to me from the center of that wild orgasm. Something was reaching for me, and I wanted to reach right back for it. I could feel strands like light weaving their way around me and Lucien, or at least trying to. I didn’t need to see or hear or even feel Lucien. For a moment, I could perceive everything about him.
It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab hold of that and wrap myself in it like a blanket. Obviously, I’d never bonded with an omega before, but reason told me that’s what was calling to me. I hadn’t discussed it in advance with Lucien, though. He had a life, a high-profile life, and a calling. It would have been a searing violation for me to just bond with him, just like that.
